For me, wine is a journey; quite the adventure in which you just never know. This brings me to a recent mind-blowing tasting in which I couldn’t tell what to make of the orange tinted concoction in my glass called Stevenjan (the Slovenian name for the village in Collio that is the home to Radikon and Gravner, and the epicenter of skin-fermented white winemaking) made by the Scholium project.
How would I describe it?
Would I say I liked it?
The words my husband used to attempt to give this wine shape and form seemed incongruent: waxed candy lips, mandarin ...